Saturday, January 7, 2017


It’s that trashy feeling one gets when faced with a joke that is not funny, a smile that is not sincere, a flirting wink empty of lust, and a half empty bottle of liver poison broken by accident….Ad Nauseam.

It’s that feeling that kindles one’s intractable lust for unbridled aggression and magickal bombardment of the infernal kind…

Who gives a fuck who will be lucky enough to get all of that beautiful wrath…

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Chatty Days

For some reason one is becoming quite chatty in the past few dull days. As chatty as a group of die hard zealots, lusting for blood, in a ritual sacrifice.

And to think that it needs little if any words to actually make some good, cold and filthy incantations.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017


A sense of direction is all fine, when you know where you want to go. It should help you to prepare provisions, plan strategies and ploys, think of the future and talk of continuity, of legacy. 

So now that we know we are all heading to the cold, damp graveyards, we should know what to prepare, plan, and talk about, shouldn’t we?

Or is it easier just to forget?

Monday, January 2, 2017


Welcome to the next sacrifices…to another timeline of death, decay and sickness. 

A static buzz of death bound magick

Set all talismans to the black earth, to the soft pale skin, to the salty waters of the veins.

Friday, December 30, 2016

Domains III

It felt like a wet, humid day has just slapped me in the face and woke me up to the fuzziness of vintage vistas.

A burning reddish blur of things, happening in the embrace of shadows. Somewhere in the smoky back alley of one’s mind is nostalgia, remembrance, and rejoice.  

To relive the moments is to remember the domain of the Great Red One.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Domains II

It was by the shadow of the great green man that the unseen lines of dimensional geometry cascaded into a unified gate, the threshold of the mighty man’s domain.

And it is there by the very threshold that we merrily perform the joyous celebrations of the unifying of worlds and plains.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016


There is a whole new domain to explore, and understand, in the realm of pain and torture.

It is the dissolving of impurity that begets pain, and yet it is also the shedding of such that opens up the path for renewal.

To rejuvenate is to recombine. Shed the old skin for a new mask. Solve et Coagula

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Saturday, December 24, 2016